I've been meaning to blog for awhile now, the problem was just coming up with something worthwhile to write about. My camera batteries are dead so I can't even blog about all the headbands I've been making lately... But seeing as it's Sunday, I thought I'd write about something that's been on my mind this week.

A few days ago, zach and I were reading in Ether in the Book of Mormon. We read chapter 6 which is where Jared and the Brother of Jared make the journey across the sea to the Promised land. While they were traveling, they were constantly tossed to and fro and buried In the depths of the sea. It sounded like a trying trip to me and it lasted 344 days. What really struck me about this story is that the people were so grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord (the wind, the storms etc) that eventually got them to the Promised land. In verse 8, it says that "that the wind did never cease to blow towards the Promised land while they were upon the waters."

How often do we feel like we're being tossed all around from one trial to another, through one storm straight into the next without realizing that the Lord is constantly directing the wind and the waves to lead us to the promised land, or in other words, back to Him? I know that God is our Loving Heavenly Father and that He truly does have a plan for us that will enable us to be the best people we can be, even though it feels sometimes like we're left alone to fight through the storms of life ourselves.